Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Chapter Five
Lena
I'm drifting, floating on the edge of consciousness the next morning when a wickedly delightful pressure pulls me back to reality. I moan softly, feeling Carver's tongue dancing through my folds before circling my clit.
"Are you awake yet?" he asks, his deep voice vibrating against my sex.
I shiver beneath him, trying to formulate a response, but the rush of pleasure coursing through me is too intense. I can't think straight.
"You looked so fucking sweet. Daddy couldn't resist a little taste, pretty baby," he breathes, his tongue flicking against my clit again. There's a wicked, devilish note in his voice that sends a thrill racing through me.
My lips part, a breath away from confirming that I'm awake, but I quickly snap them shut. Instinct grips me, desire coiling tight inside of me. I want this—the rawness of his need, the way he takes what he wants without apology or request.
Maybe I shouldn't like the thought of being utterly helpless, his to command…but I do. Even in my sleep, I'm his to claim, his to devour. It's wrong, forbidden. But I don't care, not with him.
I let my body go limp, my breaths coming out in soft, deliberate snores as I pretend I'm still asleep. It's a silent invitation for him to take what he wants. To do his worst.
"So it's like that, huh?" His whisper is almost reverent, something dark bleeding around the edges. "Daddy has to fuck his little girl awake?"
I bite down on my lip hard enough to stifle the moan begging to spill forth as my core clenches at his filthy question.
He shifts, his large, powerful frame enveloping mine as he crawls over me. Every inch of him screams dominance—from the broad expanse of his chest pressed against my back to the firmness of his thighs bracketing mine. The weight of him on top of me is as comforting as it is exhilarating, grounding me in the moment.
My heart pounds against my breastbone, anticipation building as I wait for his next move. I'm beyond ready to dissolve under his touch, to be his good little girl, possessed by her Daddy.
"Good girl," he murmurs as his cock nudges against my folds. "Just keep sleeping while Daddy takes what he wants."
Heat spreads through me, molten and consuming, as he tips his hips forward, filling me in one hard thrust. I cling to the pretense of sleep by the skin of my teeth, savoring the wicked thrill that courses through my veins as he grunts a curse in my ear.
He feels so good on top of me, inside of me, consuming every inch of me. I never knew it could be this way—so intense, so powerful. But every moment with him is magic. Not sleight of hand or smoke and mirrors, but Old World, primal, mystical magic.
He drives into me in a steady rhythm, each thrust a silent stamp of possession making me more his than ever before. His hot breath fans across my neck as he whispers words like sinful secrets meant only for my ears.
"Goddamn this perfect little pussy," he groans, his gruff, gravelly voice thick with lust. "You love letting Daddy do bad things to you, don't you, pretty baby?"
My inner walls clench around him in response, a silent scream of pleasure as he hits that tender spot inside me again and again, the one that makes stars burst to life behind my eyelids. The room spins with the intensity of the moment, my body betraying my act every time I arch into him, seeking more of his heat, another of his touches.
"Such a good little girl," he murmurs, tracing a rough hand along the curve of my hip, his fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake. "Sleeping so soundly while Daddy fucks you full."
His words sear through me, hot as a brand, and I can't help but squirm against him. He catches me, one hand moving to hold me steady, his grip firm.
"Fucking love this," he whispers, igniting an inferno within me. I love it too—every touch, every stroke, every word he says. "But you're not just a pretty little thing for me to fuck while you're asleep. You want my cum inside of you, don't you? You want me to fill up your belly with my seed."
My heart pounds frantically at his filthy words, desire spiraling higher. God, yes. I want all of him. Every single part of him.
I grind down onto him, my body answering him even when my voice remains silent. It's as though he's unlocked some part of me that I never knew existed—some part that craves his possession, his intensity.
His pounds into me, driving every breath from my body as he claims me in fierce, possessive strokes that make my toes curl and my head spin.
"You're so tight for me," he groans. "Daddy's going to make sure you remember who you belong to every time you try to sit down tomorrow. You'll be sore and won't even remember why." His lips brush the shell of my ear. "But I'll know, little girl. When your little panties are wet and you're all sticky when you wake up, I'll know it's my cum dripping from that pretty little hole."